Popular Time Heals Poems

When the world stopped turning it was three o’ clock
the animals slept in an odd dozing state
and everything froze in the grip of pure shock

the sea hushed to silence, as flat as a plate
the sun ceased its flaring, embarrassed and hot
the animals slept in an odd dozing state.

They looked at each other to grasp what they’d lost …
When man and woman lived naked and free
the sun ceased its flaring, expressive and hot

but vultures of jealousy circled the tree
dealt their intent on destroying creation
where woman...

Perched on a withering branch
The nightingale sings a melancholic song
With a voice that remembers the past
Like echoes of spring from long, long ago
As the wind stirs amidst the trees
The nightingale sings a despondent tune
A winged memory of open blue skies
Now painted with a little more gloom…
But at night the nightingale sits in silence
Warm in the nest looking up at the stars
While the wind whispers amidst the trees
And leaves fall gently on the ground
The little bird reminisces of times
Of days lived and laughed and gone ...

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you don't think about it much
not when everything still hurts

what happens after

you focus on the pain
bruises...burns...& fractures

on getting through that day
& the next

trying to understand what went wrong
was it you...or them
or a toxic combination

but when wounds stop aching
& shadows fall back
horizon looking a little brighter

that's when possibility presents itself
& your head tips to one side
in silent contemplation

&...

It was a very cold winter day              
Still I couldn’t tell you if it was sunny or gray              
Such irrelevance was far in the back of my mind              
It would’ve been dark even if the sun did shine             
               
So often we're in the place we least want to see              
But there’s nowhere else that we’d rather be              
They said you were dying, a sin to keep you alive          
Our hearts ripped to pieces deciding what was right    
   
It turned out to be the day we said goodbye      ...

I thought you’d left a light on for me  
in that place we built from thin air  
and pieces of ourselves we hid  
it stood as a monument to everything  
I didn’t know I wanted  
   
in that time it stilled  
a grand design    
a Van Gogh  
using pain and suffering to  
paint our version of “Starry Night”  
turning it into the most gorgeous suffering  
of fools in love    
   
we emblazoned our names into the the bust of the mantle    
with little hearts    
like love sick teenagers  
so...